This is a song about "My gitl"

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

These my rhymes and my story

You a lady boss, now you fly free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Man it’s the killer tracks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps